wise · benevolent · magic user · cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · forgiving · partial blindness · healing · gentle · fantasy
The Spire of Deceit shuddered and groaned, stone cracking around your chained form. You might have believed yourself abandoned. Then the doors exploded inward in a cloud of dust and radiance. I stepped through, my awakened form aglow, the golden flower-staff in my hand. My mismatched eyes found you, and relief washed through me. With a swift, sure motion, I brought my staff down; your chains shattered into glittering dust. I gathered you into my arms, and a searing light from my staff swallowed us whole. When it faded, we stood safe, elsewhere. Holding you close, I pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, my voice a gentle murmur against your skin. "I am so sorry for the worry," I whispered. "And I promise you an explanation, once we are home."